Siobhan Bailey's POV

My card is a black card. It's not what an ordinary person wants. It's a symbol of wealth and status.

"It's not a big deal. The most important thing is that my grandfather gave it to me. If he knows it..."

I haven't finished my words yet. Sometimes it's more imaginative to leave a trace of Bradley.

Sally Bailey nudged Sharon Bailey and said in a harsher voice, "go get it now!"

Although Sharon Bailey was reluctant, she was frightened by what I said later. She had to take it out of her bag and give it to me.

I took the card and played with it casually, with an unfathomable smile on my face.

"By the way, there is still my money inside. Give it back to me!" Sharon Bailey suddenly realized something.

"How much is it?" I asked casually.

"Five million."

"Oh, five million..." I lowered my eyes lightly.

The pocket money of Sharon Bailey for a month was only two hundred thousand. Five million had been saved easily for three years. Now it was in the card. How could she not feel sorry if it was taken away by her like this!

"Five million. I'm going to pick up a car." I said to myself and stood up.

Hearing that, Sharon Bailey got angry. "Take my money to pick up the car?"

I dodged the Sharon Bailey sideways, and my eyes suddenly turned cold. "Isn't my car occupied by you now?"

Stunned, Sharon Bailey grinned and said, "I'll give it back to you."

"No, thanks. I don't like the rest of others."

Then I prepared to leave.

"Stop!" Bruce Bailey shouted angrily.

I really stopped, not because of the roar of Bruce Bailey, but because of the news broadcast by the host on TV.

"Hello, everyone. Our reporter interviewed Johnny Stewart,Mr. Stewart from Jumbo Group. Next..."

I squinted at the man who smiled gently on the screen.

Bruce Bailey seemed to be yelling at me, but in my eyes, there is no room for anything but that TV.

Wanted to hear the comments on the man on TV?

Starting from scratch, he had extraordinary ability, gentle and elegant, handsome and rich

Almost all the beautiful words could be used on him.

But I just want to say!

"Bastard!"

Looking at Siobhan Bailey's receding figure, Bruce Bailey almost failed to lift her up in one breath.

Now Siobhan Bailey is really something! How dare she scold him

Tranquil cemetery.

The white road reflected my shadow. The pure black tombstone was solemnly, and the trees planted beside each tombstone and the flowers that appeared from time to time added a lot of light.

I looked at the tombstones one by one and finally stopped in front of one tombstone.

In the black and white photo, there was a young girl's bright smile. She looked innocent and innocent.

I tilted my head and looked at my photos on the tombstone. This feeling of worshiping myself was very magical.

"I'm going back to the Bailey Family." I sat on the ground and murmured to the tombstone in front of me.

"One day, I will let you Bailey Family admit you, Andrea Bailey." I turned to look at a tombstone next to me. "And mom, I'll ask the Bailey Family to admit that you... No, it's us."

I didn't say anything more. I just sat in front of the tombstone. Time passed quickly.

Late at night, I went back to the Bailey Family mansion

The living room was still brightly lit.

"Look at what time it is! How dare you come back!" As soon as ientered the room,I heard Bruce Bailey's roar.

I felt uncomfortable and scratched my ears. It's so boring to roar like this every day.

"Bruce, let's have a talk. Isn't Siobhan always back at this time?" Sally Bailey comforted Bruce Bailey in a soft voice.

"Which good girl came back home at such a late night? She must have done something shameless again! Maybe she just got up from some man's bed!" Bruce Bailey's words were getting harsher and harsher.

I walked up to Bruce Bailey.

"If you don't like me, I can leave now." I said word by word, stretching out my hand, "give me my shares."

"What are you talking about? What shares?" Bruce Bailey's eyes twinkled.

"Don't think that I don't know my mother's will. If you still want to stay in the Bailey Group, you should respect me."

"Is this your attitude towards your father?" Bruce Bailey was furious

I sneered, "you'd better reflect on yourself first."

Then I turned to Sally Bailey and said, "you don't have to pretend to be a kind mother anymore. I feel sick."

I used to call Sally Bailey mom, but now I don't even bother to call her aunt.

Then I went upstairs and didn't want to see the farce downstairs.

"Mom, look at her attitude!" Sharon Bailey couldn't help but complain loudly.

"Your sister has been in prison for three years, and you have to endure her bad temper. It has been so many years." Sally Bailey gently held Sharon Bailey in her arms and comforted her. She didn't seem to be affected by me and still looked like a good wife and a good mother.

"Wasn't everything good in the past? It's distorted in the heart of a prisoner!" Bruce Bailey sat heavily on the sofa and said with hatred.

Sally Bailey also felt strange. Siobhan Bailey used to be an idiot. Siobhan Bailey had always been nice to her, and the two of them treated her as their own mother.

Why did everything change after she was released from prison? Thinking of this, Sally Bailey got flustered. Did Siobhan Bailey know something?

I was watching the handsome man on TV in the bedroom. He mourned and missed Andrea Bailey sadly. His face was extremely cold.

In the past, I couldn't bear to see Johnny Stewart suffer any pain. But now, I can't help but feel sick when I see him like this.

The camera turned to some other people. It seemed that everyone was moved by the deep love of Johnny Stewart, and their eyes were red.

"Bullist bastard."

This video was long ago. It was an interview with Johnny Stewart not long after Andrea Bailey died three years ago. Now I specially found it online to remind myself that this is a hypocritical person.

The phone rang and I turned to the screen. The words "Johnny Stewart" on the screen kept shining.

What a coincidence.

I pressed the answer key indifferently and put it beside my ear without saying a word.

"Siobhan." An intimate call came through the phone.

I didn't answer.

"I was supposed to pick you up, but something happened these days, so..." the person on the other end of the line seemed to be a little cautious. "You won't blame me, will you?"

Was there anything delayed? I sneered. I'm afraid it's not good for my image to go to that kind of place.

"What's up?" I lay back on the bed and asked.

"There is a party the day after tomorrow. Would you like to go with me?" That man didn't seem to sense my indifference.

"What party?"

"It's the birthday party of the old master of the Fortune Group and a charity auction. I want you to go with me and let everyone know our relationship." Johnny Stewart said in a gentle voice.

"Don't you mind?"

After a short pause, the man on the other end of the line smiled gently and said, "Siobhan, what are you talking about? No matter what you say, I love you."

What a great and touching love sentence it was to say the word "love" so easily.

It seemed that a long time ago, this person had said, "Andrea, we are one. I can't live without you, and I can't not not love you."

I sneered. I want to know what love is to this man?

"Okay." No matter what Johnny Stewart said, I hung up the phone.

It was not until I became Siobhan Bailey that I realized that the man I loved with all my heart and soul when I was Andrea Bailey was actually dating two women at the same time. And the one who had an affair with him was Siobhan Bailey!

Now I have the memory of Siobhan Bailey, so I naturally remember clearly what happened when Johnny Stewart pursued me.

How ridiculous it is! As a Siobhan Bailey, Andrea Bailey actually got the man she couldn't get with her heart and soul!

is it fate? Johnny Stewart will fall into my hands in the end?

Look, Johnny Stewart, how did you treat Andrea Bailey in the past? Now as the Siobhan Bailey, I will take revenge on you little by little for Andrea Bailey!

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I still woke up naturally and I was in a good mood since no one came to disturb me.

I'm going to the so-called banquet with Johnny Stewart tomorrow. I opened the wardrobe and found that I don't even have a decent dress

I picked up my phone and dialed a number. "Kelly Moore, come to the Bailey Family mansion to pick me up."

"Okay."

It couldn't be shorter.

Kelly Moore. Kelly Moore is my friend in prison. I have a feeling that no one dares to offend her. After Siobhan Bailey entered the prison, she didn't lose her life under the pressure of those people because of her care. Later, Kelly Moore was released from prison, and no one protected Siobhan Bailey, so she was beaten to death.

"I will not only make them suffer, but also those who have offended me will suffer." This is the last sentence I said to Kelly Moore in prison. After she came out, she was fine and decided to help me. Of course, I won't treat her shabbily.

Kelly Moore was very fast. When I went out, she was already waiting outside.

I looked at the car behind her and couldn't help laughing. "Is this the car I asked you to choose yesterday?"

"What? Can't I?" Kelly Moore sat on the front seat of the car, as if it was not a luxury car worth millions. At the same time, she kept playing with the little angel on the front seat with her right hand.

"Of course, I like it, too." I didn't say anything more. I opened the door and got in.

"Go to International Trade Building."

"Okay."

I looked out of the window at the busy street, lost in thought.

When I was Andrea Bailey, I envied such a life. Especially when I'm trapped in life and can't hold on, I will also complain about the unfair fate.

I envied Siobhan Bailey very much before. I was wondering why the daughters of the Bailey Family are so different in fate. Siobhan Bailey can cost a lot, but I have to work hard for a living.

The situation was getting better. I started from scratch with Johnny Stewart and expanded the company bit by bit in a short time. But before I could enjoy it more, I became a ghost under the car.

"What are you thinking about?" After parking the car, Kelly Moore saw her sitting in the back seat in a daze.

"I'm thinking about the future."

"Marry a good husband and teach your son." Kelly Moore answered with a smile.

I raised my eyebrows and looked at her.

"Well, I know you are not that kind of person." Kelly Moore shrugged.

Siobhan Bailey's POV

After the elevator stopped, I walked straight into the Beauty Killer.

It was a world-famous luxury brand and was very popular among the rich ladies nowadays.

I wandered around inside, glancing at the exquisite dresses one by one, and finally fixed my eyes on a light golden dress.

The hemline of the dress was irregular, and the back side was long enough to reach the heels. The hemline of the dress spun a few circles in spiral. The spiral spinning hemline slightly bulged the entire dress, adding a bit of vitality to the simple and elegant dress.

I fell in love with this dress almost at a glance.

"This one." I pointed at the dress and gave a hint to the saleswoman.

The shopping guide introduced with a smile, "this is the new style designed by the chief designer of our Beauty Killer KK this year. It is widely praised in the fashion magazine. You have a good taste."

I nodded, knowing that she had something else to say.

"But the price of this dress is seven figures. I don't know if you..." the shopping guide wanted to say something but stopped on a second thought. She even took a meaningful look at my shabby dress.

Kelly Moore rolled her eyes helplessly!

"Since I'm here, I can afford it. Take that one!" I said in a more serious tone.

The shopping guide was in a dilemma. The manager had specially asked her to take care of this dress. If she didn't buy it after trying it on

Thinking of this, the shopping guide slowly took the dress, but when she saw the other side, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Ms.Sharon, Ms.Holmes!" The saleswoman was about to burst into laughter.

I also raised my head and saw Sharon Bailey coming in arm in arm with a woman I didn't know.

"Do you two want to see dresses? We have got many new styles here..." the saleswoman explained in front of the two people attentively. Her attitude towards me was totally different from that towards the two of us just now.

In the end, the two stopped in front of the light golden dress I had chosen just now.

The saleswoman described the dresses more carefully for the two of them a. At last, the girl next to Sharon Bailey waved her hand impatiently and said, "don't mention it anymore. Just this one."

The shopping guide took the dress down happily.

"Did you hear that just now? The shopping guide called her Ms.Holmes. She is the lady of the Holmes Group, Beth Holmes. Her brother, Colin Holmes, is the so-called boyfriend of Sharon Bailey." the girl explained in a low voice.

I blinked. Oh, interesting.

Sharon Bailey whispered something in Beth Holmes's ear and ran out in her high heels.

The saleslady's hand that was packing the dress was suddenly pressed by another small hand that stretched out from nowhere.

"It seems that I saw it first, right?" I raised my chin and looked at the saleswoman.

Beth Holmes walked over and asked impatiently, "what's wrong?"

The shopping guide told her what had happened just now.

Beth Holmes snorted and looked at me in disgust. "Just you? Come on. Have you ever seen so much money? Why do you buy luxuries when you are poor? You have no self-knowledge at all!"

I turned my face to Beth Holmes and slowly turned to look at her.

"Do you think I can't afford it?" I said it word by word with a faint smile.

"Look at your poor face!" Although Beth Holmes and Sharon Bailey have a good relationship, I often don't go home, so Beth Holmes seldom meet me.

"Call your manager out." I raised my chin to the shopping guide.

"Wow, you still call me manager? Do you really think of yourself as someone?" Beth Holmes sneered.

The shopping guide didn't move, but the manager seemed to hear the argument and walked out.

"A Beauty Killer also allowed such poor to enter? Don't you want to quit your shop?" As soon as the manager came out, Beth Holmes criticized him without a word, making the manager dare not speak.

"Ms.Holmes, I'm sorry." The manager bowed to Beth Holmes in succession. His flattering look made me feel like a puppy.

"Hurry up and pack up the dress for Ms.Holmes!" The manager snapped at the saleswoman. Instead, he left me alone.

I crossed my arms over my chest, leaned against the counter and looked coldly at the three people in front of me.

"Miss." After a while, the manager finally saw me who had been deliberately ignored by her. "This is not the place you come. There are many shops outside. Our Beauty Killer is not suitable for you. Please go out."

"Oh, I don't know. Our international brand store still has the habit of driving people out." Kelly Moore curled her lips and smiled scornfully. Then she turned to me and said, "I think we'd better leave now. We're not welcome here."

I leaned against there motionless and smiled. "I'd like to see how amazing this place is!"

"Miss, if you keep pestering me, I'll call the security." The manager's face darkened.

Beth Holmes looked at her and inexplicably hated her. She leaned there so calmly as if nothing could pose a threat to her.

"Manager, if you don't kick her out, I'll tell Mr.Bailey to fire you!" Beth Holmes' voice was so sharp that it almost made people's eardrums ache.

"Yes, yes." The manager nodded repeatedly at Beth Holmes, as if she was the owner of this place.

I strode over and pulled down the brooch on the manager's chest.

"What are you doing?" The manager was startled and screamed.

"You don't have to wait for a moment. I can tell you now that you have been, dismissed, hired!"

"How dare you!" The manager frowned and said, "guard! Drive this crazy man out!"

"Because this is my place!" I picked up the exquisitely packaged dress from the counter and handed it to Kelly Moore. "Tear it apart," I said indifferently

I always know that Kelly Moore is very strong. With a slight pull of her hands, the "I can't afford" dress turned into a pile of waste cloth.

I took out my old phone and sent a message. Then I turned to look at them with a smile.

I slowly walked forward, and my canvas shoes directly stepped on the pale yellow cloth, treading on the bed naked.

"Beth Holmes, you can't tell me what to do here!"

Beth Holmes had been brought up in a wealthy family. How could anyone say that? She widened her eyes and pointed at me fiercely. When she was about to scold, she was interrupted by me. "I have a bad temper. You'd better not scold me."

Beth Holmes was so angry that the thick glass door was pushed open again.

"Sharon!" Beth Holmes exploded at the sight of the person. "Is there a lunatic in your shop?"

Sharon Bailey walked up to Beth Holmes worriedly. Seeing that her eyes were red with anger, she felt a little flustered.

Her parents had always told her to have a good relationship with Beth Holmes. After all, this woman was the daughter of Holmes Family!

Ignoring Sharon Bailey, Beth Holmes threw herself into the arms of the man next to Sharon Bailey and cried sadly, "brother, someone bullied me..."

I'm interested in seeing Beth Holmes being so obedient. The sarcastic look in her eyes coincided with the inquiring eyes of Colin Holmes.

I shrugged--

Yes, it's me who bullied your sister.

Sharon Bailey got to know the ins and outs of the matter and complained to me, "sister, how can you do this? Aren't you smashing your own shop's business?"

Beth Holmes stopped crying abruptly and asked in disbelief, "Sharon, what did you say? She's your sister? She's Siobhan Bailey?"